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My parents have a baby grand piano for this purpose. I have ugly cabinets

I wasn’t sure how my appearance would go over with the old crowd. I was certain that my new style would trigger confrontational questions, maybe even mockery

Add good food, company, and a story retold for generations, and you have the scene set for the tale of Zeidy z”l and the walnut

Year after year, as this scene repeated itself, a piece of my heart would crack. And then, lonely despite the small hands in mine, I’d start the short walk home

Can I, too, be created anew? Perhaps I can tap into the power of the day and become a new creation, sans impatience

“The mekubal said to stop worrying so much. It’s not as bad as you think. You need more bitachon”